Prologue: The End of All

Hi and thanks for reading this. Before I start, I would like to give a very special thanks to Ashishu, Weaselbeast, and Aeirs' Savior for helping me edit write and rewrite the fic. Especially to Ashishu who has helped more than I could ever have asked. Okay, Here it goes.

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Wow! It's been a while since I looked at this prologue. I fixed a few typos and stuff, but really the prologue is not all that great. The story gets much better, believe me.

Talim lay dazed in a ditch trying to contemplate what had happened.

'Why?' she thought to herself as she listened to the far off noises of battle; the 'clings' and 'clangs' of blades beating against each other, the screaming deaths of the humans that failed in the fight, the horrible and menacing laughs and noises of bones being broken and creatures sucking and munching on the dead and decaying.

It had been any other day in her village when the attack began.

Hordes and hordes of strange dead looking creatures had rampaged through her peaceful town razing houses and mills while tearing people to shreds. The smell of smoke and ash had tickled her nose while the awful stench of creatures that had been decomposing for weeks, if not longer, almost made her want to wretch.

Talim cried to herself remembering the terrible sight of her family being torn to pieces and eaten by the awful creatures.

Her whole village had been destroyed and everyone but herself had been killed. She had just evaded death by stupid luck. She had found herself in the corner of an ally surrounded by three of the beasts. She wished that she could reach for her elbow blades and stand her guard against the undead creatures. But, she thought to herself, that might threaten them even more and provoke them into killing me in one, swift swing of their blades. They were closing in on her when she saw the most awful looking figure she'd seen yet.

A ghostly pale-faced man mounted on a mass of bones from a horse, obviously held together by some sort of magic. The man had long white hair, a long menacing rune covered sword which had a small rams skull on the hilt with glowing blue eyes and looked as if it was ice cold since a cold mist was emitting from it. He wore brutish black armor with metal skulls on the joints of his armor, and a cape with markings on it Talim had never seen before.

He stepped from a shadow in the ally when he spoke in a low evil voice that chilled the very marrow of Talim's bones, "Spare this one. Let her be the only survivor. Let her spread word of the legion and tell all those that she sees to fear Arthas and his Damned minions!" He boomed in his thunderous tone.

Talim tried to forget the icy green stare of those eyes boring into her. 'Arthas...that must have been him...' Talim thought as she felt her body hit the ground. She closed her eyes.

When the man had spared her she'd run for the outskirts of town

And when she was about one mile away from the burning mess she had collapsed in a ditch on the side of the road, crying and beating her chest still not believing what had happened. She lay there weeping for the loss of her parents, her village... her people.

What did you think? Please keep in mind that this is my first fanfic and would appreciate it if you would point out any mistakes.